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GET TO WORK.

I've done it again, sweet readers. I neglected you. Through not writing, I also fear that I have neglected myself. 

I sit on a Monday in the Digital Process Lab- where art and design students go to get our images printed and vinyl cut and 3D prints made. I'm making the vinyl for our Senior Seminar show as I type. I've been tasked with installing this, and it will without a doubt be wonky and not placed correctly.

Another semester of running full speed to the finish. It's disorienting, I feel like I don't know exactly how I got here. I have spent more time in studio over the last few months than I ever had before, and it might be the best feeling ever. 

"Get to work" was posted on the wall of my studio. A Jerry Saltz quote to fuel my burnout. Get to work. The time is now. and it's true! But the time is also for my other classes, my residency, my solo show, and my job that demands a minimum of 20 hours a week. I am getting to work, but this also means that i can only spend a maximum of 4 hours in the studio during the week. This small amount of time never feels like enough, a whirlwind of projects has been circling me like a flock of vultures. This is overwhelming because I have to do laundry and brush my teeth and sleep for 8 hours.

My peers have adopted the three word quote as well. get to work is posted on so many other instagram stories, we are all slowly wading through the swamp known as senior year. 

We're at the end. The end of fall. No snow has managed to stick the the Menomonie ground yet. Everything is brown and gray, it makes it hard to push through. I sit and think of christmas gifts, twinkle lights, and this giant fucking wagon that is waiting for me to complete it, and of hot chocolate and blankets and some goddamn rest! 

One last week, and then finals, and then a full month dedicated only to my studio and to my part-time job. it will be pure bliss.

In the meantime, we are here, waiting for the vinyl to be cut, and I know that everything will be okay, because it has to be.


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